She left me her name “Tiffany” and her number. Milf sex We exchanged good nights and I nodded off to sleep, exhausted from conquering my first MILF. “What if they report me?” I wondered, but the late, boring nights in AZ pushed that thought to the back of my mind. “Cool” I replied. I lightly grazed it with tongue and she shuddered and I could see she squirted a little. After, I cleaned the mess and found the game her son was looking for, I walked to the counter and checked her out. It was a beautiful 2 story house in a gated community, with nice lawn furniture and a neat little rock garden. I repeated the process til she began to beg for me to lick her clit. I figured that Phoenix would be no different. Her screams drove me wild and I began to match her pace and intensity. She had a neck tattoo of a flower and another of what I assumed was her sons name on her wrist.
